He looked up immediately. “Yes. Absolutely. I’ll be there for her. I just… I need help. We don’t have anyone else.”
I nodded slowly. “All right. Then don’t disappear on her, Andy.”
“I won’t,” he said. “I swear.”
That evening, I drove home with Hope. Andy followed in his truck.
Paul was waiting in the driveway.
He saw Andy and pointed. “You!”
I adjusted Hope in my arms. “You don’t get a say here, Paul.”
He ignored me. “You ruined my child’s life! Where is she now?!”
Andy paled, but didn’t back down. “No. Jen loved me. Your pride ruined everything else.”
Paul stepped forward.
“Don’t,” I said.
He stopped.
I looked him straight in the eyes. “You kept telling me she was gone. She wasn’t. She was just somewhere your pride couldn’t follow.”
He opened his mouth—but no words came.
I unlocked the door. “Jennifer trusted me with Hope. Not you. Go back to Amber, Paul.”
He left.
Inside, Andy stood awkwardly while I warmed a bottle.
I handed it to him. He took Hope carefully.
“I’ll make us some dinner,” I said. “You settle in.”
He looked at me, eyes shining.
